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Chapter Five: A Flash of Silver.
Jamie peaked his head around the door, looking in and finding Jack asleep, Jamie smiled, creeping inside, he walked over to where Jack lay asleep, he sighed looking down at Jack, he looked almost peaceful when he slept, his eyes which betrayed how old he was, closed, he almost looked like a normal 18 year old.
Jamie sat down on the edge of the bed gently, having learnt in the past few days that not a lot would awaken the sleeping spirit, Jamie looked over at Jack again, brushing a few strands off silver hair out of Jack's face, Jamie smiled, he missed being this close to Jack.
"Y'know Jack…. I know something's happened…. … please Jack… I can help you, tell me what you need… because I still need you… you promised me Years ago that no-one would hurt me… but now… you're the one hurting me… Jack…" Jamie spoke to the sleeping spirit, "But… I know you aren't doing it on purpose… and… and that's why… I… I Love you…. So please Jack… please… I need you to come back to me…. Please"
Jamie wiped away the tears that were stinging his eyes, before getting up and walking to the door, "Goodnight Jack… please… get back to normal soon"
Jamie turned and left, leaving Jack alone in his room, covered in moonlight.
(A Few days Later)
Jack sighed, putting down the knife… he looked at the scattered marks on his arm, he must've been doing this… for what… over a week now, every time Jamie or Sophie left him alone for long enough, Jack would pull out the knife and dig it into his own flesh.
Jack let his hand rove over the skin, the scars fascinated him, over his three hundred years, nothing had injured him this badly, but now, these marks lay upon his skin, his own actions… Jack sighed, thinking back to Pitch, why hadn't the being sent him any Nightmares?
Jack would have thought Pitch would have tried to make Jack re-live it over and over again when he could not help it, maybe he knew that Jack already was constantly remembering it, all four hours of it… Jack scowled, the poison was still within him, but no matter how hard he tried, how much he did this…. It was still there, burning Jack's insides, making him hurt…. Making him weak.
Jack frowned, maybe he could try harder… do it more…. Maybe try and extract more poison each time. Jack sighed, trying to locate a the right place, nearly his entire lower arms were covered in scars, he found a small area that was clear, he ran the blade over it, and winced as the pain began, then the blue liquid once more covered his arm, before within a minute, the wound had healed and left a mark in its place.
Jack was so focused on this, he didn't hear the front door open, signalling Jamie's arrival home or Jamie start to climb the stairs…
Jack was just running the knife over his arm as the door opened, Jamie walking inside, he gasped at what he saw, Jack was… was self-harming?
"Jack?" Jamie asked, almost in a whisper,
Jack looked up and dropped the knife, "J-Jamie?"
"Jack… what… what… why?" Jamie asked, looking over at his long term friend,
"Jamie… I… I didn't…. want you to find out… like this" Jack cried, rolling down his sleeves, when Jamie growled, walking over and pulling them back up,
Jack whimpered and tried to hide, muttering "Don't hurt me"
Jack felt Jamie's gaze over his arm, a light touch on the scar made Jack whimper again, but Jamie sat down and looked at him, "Jack… please… talk to me… I know something happened… but please Jack… I need to know what happened to you, how can I help without you telling me what's going on!"
Jack looked up at Jamie slightly, "I-I-I can't tell you… you'll hate me"
Despite the tense environment, Jamie couldn't help smile slightly as he answered, "Jack… I could never hate you"
Jack looked up at Jamie, eyes looking, "You can trust me Jack, I'm here to help you and will be as long as you need me to be"
Jack nodded slightly, looking like he wanted to talk but something was caught in his throat, or he didn't know how to say it…
"Why don't you start at the beginning?" Jamie asked, closing and locking the door so that Sophie couldn't find out.
Jack nodded, "It was a normal night…. Spreading snow… throwing snowballs… but then… Pitch…." Jack shivered at the name and curled up into a ball, Jamie frowned, and beginning to gently rub Jack's back, as Jack had done years before to Jamie when something was wrong.
"He… he tricked me… kidnapped me… tortured me…" Jack's voice was getting quieter and queiter… until Jamie could bearly hear it, "Rapped me"
Jamie blinked… had Jack just said what he though he said? Pitch Raped him? Jamie felt Anger well up within him and a sudden urge to go and decapitate a certain dark Spirit….
"See.. you can't say anything… you do hate me now!" Jack knocked away Jamie's hand,
"No Jack… I'm just really shocked ok? I'm trying to think how I can help you… but I don't know what, but what I do know is… I don't hate you Jack, but I hate Pitch and what your doing to yourself" Jamie told him, And Me Jamie added in his mind.
"Really?" Jack asked, hope in his voice,
"Of course… after all… if I hated you…. Do you think I'd be able to hear you, see you?" Jamie asked, knowing the significance of Jamie actually seeing the Spirit,
Jack nodded and looked up at him again, looking more like a scared child than anything else, "Don't… don't tell anyone"
"I swear on my life… that I won't tell anyone… and I wont leave you alone ever again… I'll be here for as long as you need me"
Jack nodded, Jamie knelt down and picked up the knife, "But Jack, please… don't ever do this again…"
Jack nodded slightly, before Jamie smiled, "Now… do you want to talk?" Jamie asked, and for the first time in what felt like years, Jack smiled.
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